JCP Salon

Great..I always get a great perm and set from Janet Swan. A very good hair dresser.

Tesha is great!

I’m writing this review for Charlie as another professional in the industry who recently had the most unprofessional experience with this stylist that one could possibly have. I recently got into a serious accident that resulted in three surgeries and the amputation of my right index finger. I also just so happen to be a part of a very large network of stylists who share photos of professional work through Instagram, I am also a professional hair color educator who teaches through online classes, so in general Instagram is an essential tool for me when it comes to communicating with others in the industry and those who attend my classes online. While I was sitting in the hospital recovering from my first surgery, my sister came to visit me, and brought me a set of creepy Halloween witch fingers as a joke, saying that she brought these as a prosthetic option incase my finger didn’t work out. I am the type of person who uses humor in dark times to get through it, I immediately got the joke and thought the fingers were hilarious. Later on I had my husband take a picture of my uninjured hand, with my index finger curled down and the witch finger positioned above it as a “dramatic re-enactment” of what happened to my other hand. During my second evening in the hospital I posted that photo to my Instagram page to update all of my friends and others who had been messaging me for two days asking about what happened in one fell swoop. I also wanted to have a sense of humor talking about it to help let other people know that I was dealing with the situation in stride, because of the amount of concern I was receiving, I just wanted people to know I was doing okay. Enter Charlie. Charlie decided that I was either faking my situation, didn’t have the “appropriate reaction” to my situation, of both! Either way, he decided that it was his duty to bully and harass me through his own professional Instagram account with his opinion. He commented multiple times on my image, accusing me of fraud, saying I am “what’s messed up with our society”, and I “care more about getting followers than my own health”. As a woman I can tell you that being mansplained to about how to feel about anything is extremely frustrating under normal circumstances. It’s downright infuriating to be mansplained to about the “appropriate” way to feel about having your hand permanently mutilated. Especially on my second day of sitting around in a hospital with absolutely nothing else to do. Out of frustration my husband direct messaged Charlie a photo of my hand, post surgery, showing my finger stitched to my hand. Charlie responded by mocking it, accusing me again of not caring about myself, and again accused us of faking it, saying we were giving an “Oscar worthy performance”. I have dealt with my fair share of internet trolls but Charlie’s relentless onslaught of nastiness about my situation was pretty appalling and mind blowing to deal with, especially considering that Charlie FOLLOWED me on Instagram, and interestingly had never commented on any of my prior posts to my knowledge. Apparently as long as I was only posting pretty hair photos on Instagram I wasn’t an attention-seeking shill, but the moment I posted a very personal moment to update the people who care about me , then suddenly I was a fraud who needed to be shamed for being an individual with my own thoughts and feelings about what I was going through. Ultimately I went through two more surgeries and lost my finger. Through this process Charlie continued to comment his accusations before eventually blocking me when my other friends began to harass him back. Losing my finger means that I’m going to have relearn a lot of what I did before, it’s a hard hit for someone who works entirely with their hands, but I know I’m going to make it through okay (that was the whole point of the Instagram post). I hope Charlie can eventually relearn not to be a living piece of garbage, but who knows, he seems to be in pretty deep denial